(Total Shou) R-18 finally made a move on Bingshan hero (Short Story)

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In the dilapidated and uninhabited temple with a radius of ten miles, there were more than 20 people crowded together. There were big men with mustaches and axes, nuns, monks and priests, some in ragged clothes with scars on their faces, and some girls with embroidered skirts and bright swords on their backs. This is exactly a group of martial arts People crowded the spare space.

A man in white clothes tied his hair, holding a sword and leaning upright on the broken mahogany table in the corner. Looking closely, his age was between a teenager and a young man. This person's sense of existence is extremely low, as if he has cast a blind eye, but he exudes a faint chill. Take a closer look, good guy, what a handsome young man!

If you say you are a young hero-you look like him vertically and vertically: tall and straight, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose and thin lips, apricot eyes, and an oval face; a white suit is carefully tied, and a blue hairband is tied heroically, standing with a sword in his arms, facing the wind Sassy. It's just that the icy breath that can freeze people for thirty miles is really cold, and the young heroes sent by ordinary sects are not as imposing.

It can also be said that the young master-yes, such a temperament is worthy of a nobleman, but it is like living alone in a deep mountain, ignorant of everything, ignorant of people, cold and repelling people three feet away, not caring about everything, it is strange.

In the temple, Jianghu affairs are being discussed. Although the place is small, all parties hide their knives in their smiles, Frost welcomes them, and they play chess carefully with their lips and tongues. A shaggy boy in rags wiped his face with his sleeve, stooped and secretly looked at the young man in white who was hiding in the corner. No matter what, he looked like a kid from the beggar gang holding a small broken bowl, but he was only twelve or thirteen years old, his dark eyes rolled around, and he was innocent and innocent.

The little beggar was so excited beyond words, he thought: Oh my god, let me find this innocent real person! Hey, what are you doing here without staying in the fairy world? I think it's not easy for me, Li Ji, to wear a book. This is because I haven't caught up with the first step of the plot.

With bitter tears in his mouth, Li Ji beat his leg regrettably, pursed his lips and thought again: Forget it, I earned it if I didn't die. At least I found the protagonist, but you have actually opened up a new world, which has nothing to do with the original work at all! Alas, even though it is out of the plot, the protagonist still has a halo, right? Innocent man, I will definitely follow you!

The innocent man was holding a sword, exuding a cold air. Ruthless and desireless in his heart, he thought silently: Why did he wake up dressed like this, lying in this unmanned temple. What are these coming mortals doing, muttering about their swords? Oh, I'm mortal now too.

Daoist Qingbai was taken aback for a moment and suddenly realized that there was no fluctuation in his heart.

Just now these people finished their introductions, saying that I am a disciple of a master, but after a quick fight, I verified my identity, and each of them wanted to approach me but dared not approach me, pretending to look at me, which is much more relaxed than the fairy world. A sword cut down half of the ground, the sword light was cold, this is the martial arts of the human world.

Daoist Qingbai thought about the scene with a cold face. Where is the teacher's inheritance? Honorable name? Born from the sky, from the sky, from the sky, the master is indescribable, and the name has never been given. Only a few heroines whispered: It's a pity that he is dumb.

The innocent real man in this room thought to himself, and the crackling in that room was about to open. The real person raised his head with a cold face, startled in his heart, the roof was overturned in a few seconds, the real person's eyes became even colder, and he nodded secretly in his heart: This quarrel is just like the fairy world, and it really is not much different from the fairy world and the human world.

But he didn't know that a person who flew from the sky just now was sitting on the roof, his white clothes were loose and disheveled, his head was propped on one hand, and he was looking carefree. With a wicked smile, peach blossoms and phoenix eyes squinted at the innocent real person on the opposite side, the more he looked, the more fascinated he became.

The author has something to say: Little beggars are not gongs, but complaints.

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